Cameron’s Point of View
“I expect a full explanation of what you just said to Carolyn, and what the hell just happened here,” I had uttered the threat through gritted teeth to Nicholas and Thomas, before turning my full attention to Carolyn. This time we had called the ambulance to get her and they were currently loading her inside, much to her debate.
“Really, I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the hospital,” she kept trying to say to the paramedics, but not a damn person here really believed that. We might not all have seen the impact of that puck, but everyone certainly heard the sharp crack. We’d all been hit with a puck before, most of us lucky enough to have been wearing 10 pounds and padding and equipment when that happened, but we still knew the bruising and pain that followed that
